Luar do Sertão [English translation]

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands1

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

Oh, how bad I miss the moonlight in my hometown

In the mountain whitening dry leaves on the ground

The moonlight in the city is so dark

It doesn't have the nostalgia of the moonlight in the backlands

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

If the moon rises behind the green woods

It's more like a silver sun making my loneliness silver

We take a streaming viola2

And a song and the full moon rise in our hearts

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

There's nothing more beautiful in this world

Than hearing a sad rooster

In the backlands, the moon is shining

It even seems like it's the soul of the moon

That's singing, hidden in the throat

Of this crying rooster

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

I wish

I'd die in the mountain

Embraced to my land

And asleep

To be buried

In a small valley

Where, in the afternoon, the little tinamou

Would weep for her widowhood

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

There isn't, people, there isn't

A moonlight like the one in the backlands

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sert%C3%A3o2. Viola caipira: Brazilian ten-string guitar with five courses of strings arranged in pairs